Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

the person who’s always in your corner, who sees you with all your walls down and still likes you.

It’s safer to have a tight-knit circle, a few people you can trust wholeheartedly, than to recklessly let in anyone who asks, even if it is a little lonely sometimes.

Silence makes my skin crawl. It leaves too much room for wandering thoughts, overthinking, and second-guessing.

Bruises you can’t see can hurt just as much as the ones you can.”

I don’t know that grief even has set rules, only that it pretty much always does the opposite of what you think it will. You think you know what to expect because you went through it last year, and the year before, and the one before that. You’ll be prepared this time. Right? Grief’s not that simple. It’s a fucking mindfuck.

You don’t have to be strong and confident all the time. You’re allowed to have insecurities, to be afraid, to feel lonely. Those things don’t make you weak; they make you human.”